[quote]JLone wrote:
Grounds keeper for a cemetery when I was a teenager. Weedeating headstones for 40 hours a week… enough said. [/quote]
That could have been turned into the best drinking-while-working job eva…
Rob[/quote]
I think at one time it had been. The head grounds keeper was a semi-functional alcoholic. He had worked there his entire life and use to tell stories about drinking on the job and digging graves with a shovel instead of a backhoe. Apparently once they drank too much and dug the hole in the wrong spot. Went ahead and had the funeral before taking the casket & vault to the proper site.
[quote]CMdad wrote:
Working in the blast furnace of a steel mill. If you’ve ever seen the first 5 minutes of the movie “The Deer Hunter” they are doing the same job I did. Had to wear a 45 lb asbestos suit for a full 12.5 hr shift to deflect the worst of the heat. Also had to wear a special respirator to prevent the scorching hot air from burning my lungs. We were the only job category in the whole mill that didn’t have to wear steel toed and soled boots because the ground was so hot the metal plating in them would burn your feet severely. Did I mention that it was hot as fuck in there? Every hour on the hour a hole would be drilled into the side of the furnace to allow the molten iron to flow out through a series of open trenches and into rail cars underneath the factory floor. After the flow stopped, the iron left in the trenches would solidify and then my job was to jump down onto it in the trenches and jackhammer and shovel it out before they opened the furnace again.
However, the iron I was standing on and jackhammering was still hundreds of degrees hot. After 10 seconds my boots would catch on fire and they were designed so that you could still work with them on for another 10-20 seconds before you started to burn, at which point I would have to jump out, hose them down with a water hose to put out the flames and then jump back in the trenches. Did I mention it was hot as fuck in there? And the best part was sometimes certain pockets of iron would cool down slower than the overlying iron and when I would jackhammer through the outer crust, a geyser of molten iron would erupt at you about 5 feet into the air. Deaths happened every year in there. I would drink 3-4 gallons of water a 12.5 hr shift and not piss once. Sweated it all out.[/quote]
Winner, hands down.
[quote]dmaddox wrote:
I was a sacker at Kroger. I had to clean out the trashcans once had baby throwup and shit in it and the bag split all over me. Also had to clean out the used sanitary napkin bins, need I say more.[/quote]
One of my first post undergrad jobs was in commercial building management and I had several porters working for me. Every single one of them loved there job. They did what you just described on a daily basis and loved it, don’t ask me why. One of them had been there for 13 years and probably still works there to this day. He made decent money for his skill set and has left alone so he liked it.
I think talking about jobs you hate is one-sided without taking into account the part of your life it took place in. The cemetery grounds keeper job I mentioned was from when I was 14 years old and I made minimum wage. I guess no matter how bad that job sucked I knew it was temporary and I would get an education and move up in life. That’s the point of my porter story, someones sh*t-job is someone else s best-job. [/quote]
I was 16. I knew I was going to get an education and move up. I look back at that job. The managers hated to see me leave. I worked my a@@ off. My parents and that job taught me a good work ethic.
I’ve had the range: Pizza Delivery, Construction, Mover, Waiter, Lawn Care, Boom Mike Operator, Car Wash, Courier, Worked in a Factory, Teller at an OTB, Manager of OTB, EMT. I think there’s a couple I’ve forgotten.
Car Wash was kind of the worst. I worked there during the winter and we were damp and cold all day, you had to wear the work uniforms which were too thin and didn’t block the wind at all.
You’d spray the harsh chemicals designed to get off tree sap and burnt in brake dust that had a warning list as long as your forearm and pictures on the lable of all kinds of protective gear that they don’t give you, and then the wind would blow that shit back in your face and the inside of your nose would burn the rest of the day.
The work was repetitious and I have never before or since been anywhere that time dragged by slower; I think we had hit a pothole in the space/time continuum and the 4th dimension had lost a wheel. You’d work for what you thought was four or five hours and only 15 minutes had gone by. On the other hand that’s the only place I’ve ever actually gotten decent tips.
I’d go home with at least $50 dollars in ones everyday, tax free, and they still paid you $6.50 an hour, which it was ok. I was the only guy there who didn’t just get out of prison. After I almost started a couple of fights (people were trying to steal from my crew) I got along fine with everybody.
I’d work there again if I need the money. I wouldn’t want wait tables or work in a factory again. But like somebody said earlier, the worst was being un-employed. Shitty feeling (but admittedly felt better during hunting season).
[quote]dmaddox wrote:
I was a sacker at Kroger. I had to clean out the trashcans once had baby throwup and shit in it and the bag split all over me. Also had to clean out the used sanitary napkin bins, need I say more.[/quote]
A few months ago I had a guy shit directly on my leg. He had just lost consciousness and was dying so we had to rush him to the Hospital. I didn’t get to change clothes for a couple of hours.
When I was 16, I was mostly mowing lawns and doing odd jobs to make cash. Then someone I knew got me into a pizza joint. I figured I’d be up front working the counter… wrong. I was in the kitchen washing dishes, making sauce and siciclian pies. We made the dough too and the formula was a guarded-secret. Everything was measured out in numbered cans. Old soup cans, sauce cans, etc.
The hours were 11 AM to 11 PM, no breaks, you ate on the run. It was hot, like 130* with the stoves going, so I weighed maybe all of 140 lbs at the end of the summer. The boss, old school Italian was a real prick. He’d find fault with anything I did. His nephw worked there, right out of juvenile detention. The boss went home every day for lunch, so me and one of the waitresses would go into the big walk in and drink bottles of beer. I could down a beer in like 10 seconds.
I finally got the axe. I had inadvertently stopped up the sink big time. The boss laid down to undo the trap and all of this greasy water runs down his shirt collar. Pieces of meatball too… he reaches into his pocket on the spot and pays me for what I worked that week. Tells me, “you don’t work here any more.”.
[quote]CMdad wrote:
Working in the blast furnace of a steel mill. If you’ve ever seen the first 5 minutes of the movie “The Deer Hunter” they are doing the same job I did. Had to wear a 45 lb asbestos suit for a full 12.5 hr shift to deflect the worst of the heat. Also had to wear a special respirator to prevent the scorching hot air from burning my lungs. We were the only job category in the whole mill that didn’t have to wear steel toed and soled boots because the ground was so hot the metal plating in them would burn your feet severely. Did I mention that it was hot as fuck in there? Every hour on the hour a hole would be drilled into the side of the furnace to allow the molten iron to flow out through a series of open trenches and into rail cars underneath the factory floor. After the flow stopped, the iron left in the trenches would solidify and then my job was to jump down onto it in the trenches and jackhammer and shovel it out before they opened the furnace again.
However, the iron I was standing on and jackhammering was still hundreds of degrees hot. After 10 seconds my boots would catch on fire and they were designed so that you could still work with them on for another 10-20 seconds before you started to burn, at which point I would have to jump out, hose them down with a water hose to put out the flames and then jump back in the trenches. Did I mention it was hot as fuck in there? And the best part was sometimes certain pockets of iron would cool down slower than the overlying iron and when I would jackhammer through the outer crust, a geyser of molten iron would erupt at you about 5 feet into the air. Deaths happened every year in there. I would drink 3-4 gallons of water a 12.5 hr shift and not piss once. Sweated it all out.[/quote]
Just be glad you never had to battle a vorash in a blast furnace. [/quote]
LMFAO!!! No vorashes but there were definitely some bad dudes in there. The worst case happened the year before the first year I worked there. The lead-hand’s wife went missing without a trace one day when he was at work. It was a big story in the news because the police had no leads. Anyways, life went on for almost a year with no sign of her. Then, one day in the furnace when the furnace was down being repaired, some of the guys had been detailed to clean up a never-used area in a back corner where old busted equipment was usually thrown. Just some busy work. The furnace is a big place and there were lots of areas where nobody would go for years at a time. This was one of them. Anyways, one of the guys found a woman’s sneaker covered in blood. This was odd because there were virtually no women in the entire mill. He gave it to the foreman who was friends with the lead-hand and his wife and he remembered seeing the missing woman wearing that type of running shoe. He called the cops, they investigated and arrested the lead-hand. In questioning, he admitted that he had hopped the fence on the night she went missing, went home, murdered her, hid her body somewhere and returned to work before anyone knew he was gone. Later he dismembered her and brought one piece per day to the furnace and tossed them in the molten iron where they vaporized instantly. His alibi was airtight because he had dozens of guys who saw him at work the night she went missing. Apparently he did it for the insurance money. [/quote]
Sheesh! Sometimes I’ve had hard jobs with good people or cush jobs with some bad people but that one seems pretty bad all the way around.
I’ve had to do some stuff where I knew I was going to catch some spatter or slag, but the molten geyser takes the cake.
[quote]JLone wrote:
Grounds keeper for a cemetery when I was a teenager. Weedeating headstones for 40 hours a week… enough said. [/quote]
That could have been turned into the best drinking-while-working job eva…
Rob[/quote]
I think at one time it had been. The head grounds keeper was a semi-functional alcoholic. He had worked there his entire life and use to tell stories about drinking on the job and digging graves with a shovel instead of a backhoe. Apparently once they drank too much and dug the hole in the wrong spot. Went ahead and had the funeral before taking the casket & vault to the proper site. [/quote]
Drinking jobs were the best. Some places, it was 100% okay to drink all day. Other places we had to hide it, but everyone knew. The worst was winding up with a hangover at 3 PM… so we just kept drinking. Amazing that nothing ever got screwed up that we couldn’t cover up and nobody ever got hurt.
[quote]StevenF wrote:
valet attendant at a hospital. You really get an idea how disgusting a lot of people are by how their cars look inside. They pretty much use their cars as garbage cans and ashtrays. [/quote]
I also did this and it was hit and miss. I enjoyed running all day though.
My worst job was a dish washer at a busy restaurant. Too many fucking dishes and long hours. I was promoted to bus boy after a month and that was much better. I got tips for dayzzz[/quote]
I worked a few weeks at a diner, washing dishes mostly. We got a cut of the tips, but it wasn’t much at all. Every eatery I worked in, the sinks were right by the back door, brutal in winter.
I car pooled with a friend, big drug head. He’d pop mescalin on the way to work, I never touched the stuff. He and one of the waitresses, trippin’ out of their heads and nobody ever noticed. One day the owner sends him out to pick up something and get his new Caddy washed on the way back… I had a laugh over that one.
[quote]Waittz wrote:
Hahah I love you sometimes Orion.
Yes that is it. If you have passive income not working is fine, but my opinion is that if you do not have this, not having any income is worse than having to something unpleasant for it. Why? Because your savings is limited and by spending it without getting anything in, you are reducing your wealth, not increasing it.
To me, any job is better than not having one, because you are still working and getting paid, the purest exchange there is. Without going full out Fransico d’Anconia here, it would be harder to express why I feel that. [/quote]
Well, mentioning Fransisco pretty mostly answered that question. Lol. That takes me back.
FWIW, I spent that time living on savings, working on developing marketable skills with some technologies I hadn’t had the opportunity to use on the job. I think that’s a bit different than spending one’s day playing golf and getting drunk.
I suppose I take a view that any time you’re not working on self growth, whether learning something new, developing new skills, or simply enriching one’s current skillset, is basically a waste of one’s time.
[quote]dmaddox wrote:
I was a sacker at Kroger. I had to clean out the trashcans once had baby throwup and shit in it and the bag split all over me. Also had to clean out the used sanitary napkin bins, need I say more.[/quote]
A few months ago I had a guy shit directly on my leg. He had just lost consciousness and was dying so we had to rush him to the Hospital. I didn’t get to change clothes for a couple of hours. [/quote]
[quote]dmaddox wrote:
I was a sacker at Kroger. I had to clean out the trashcans once had baby throwup and shit in it and the bag split all over me. Also had to clean out the used sanitary napkin bins, need I say more.[/quote]
A few months ago I had a guy shit directly on my leg. He had just lost consciousness and was dying so we had to rush him to the Hospital. I didn’t get to change clothes for a couple of hours. [/quote]
[quote]dmaddox wrote:
I was a sacker at Kroger. I had to clean out the trashcans once had baby throwup and shit in it and the bag split all over me. Also had to clean out the used sanitary napkin bins, need I say more.[/quote]
A few months ago I had a guy shit directly on my leg. He had just lost consciousness and was dying so we had to rush him to the Hospital. I didn’t get to change clothes for a couple of hours. [/quote]
[quote]dmaddox wrote:
I was a sacker at Kroger. I had to clean out the trashcans once had baby throwup and shit in it and the bag split all over me. Also had to clean out the used sanitary napkin bins, need I say more.[/quote]
A few months ago I had a guy shit directly on my leg. He had just lost consciousness and was dying so we had to rush him to the Hospital. I didn’t get to change clothes for a couple of hours. [/quote]
Was it hard or was it soft?[/quote]
Are you asking if it turned him on?
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Why were you? lol
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How does the most innocent of threads end up going there? Well, this is T Nation so I guess it is to be expected.
[quote]dmaddox wrote:
I was a sacker at Kroger. I had to clean out the trashcans once had baby throwup and shit in it and the bag split all over me. Also had to clean out the used sanitary napkin bins, need I say more.[/quote]
A few months ago I had a guy shit directly on my leg. He had just lost consciousness and was dying so we had to rush him to the Hospital. I didn’t get to change clothes for a couple of hours. [/quote]
Was it hard or was it soft?[/quote]
Are you asking if it turned him on?
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Why were you? lol
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How does the most innocent of threads end up going there? Well, this is T Nation so I guess it is to be expected.[/quote]
You should have seen SAMA.
Threads started there and THEN they went off on a tangent.
[quote]dmaddox wrote:
I was a sacker at Kroger. I had to clean out the trashcans once had baby throwup and shit in it and the bag split all over me. Also had to clean out the used sanitary napkin bins, need I say more.[/quote]
A few months ago I had a guy shit directly on my leg. He had just lost consciousness and was dying so we had to rush him to the Hospital. I didn’t get to change clothes for a couple of hours. [/quote]
Was it hard or was it soft?[/quote]
Are you asking if it turned him on?
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Why were you? lol
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Ha! That was a little strange. The poop was soft, but my pants are liquid resistant (not quite luquid proof). I was definately not turned on.
This reminds me of the time I got one of my buddies a job at an italian banquet hall as a dish washer. So generally we would work from 5pm to 2am, the time went by pretty quickly because there was always tonnes of dishes to do or pasta to be made ect. So on my buddies first day the septic tank decides to overflow and the toilets are literally spewing shit into the hallways of someone’s sweet 16 party.
My buddy and I were trying to mop it up as quickly as possible when our boss tells us to come help them fix the actual septic tank. Inside I’m laughing my head off because it’s my buddies first day and this had never happened before. So my boss who is an italian version of the monopoly man and his son start to try and declog this tank.
My buddy and I are hoisting this giant as metal pipe by a steel cable while these two are yelling at each other at the top of our lungs. We were literally covered in shit from head to toe by the end of it with completely torn up hands from hoisting the steel pipe.
At the end of the whole ordeal my buddy turns to me, why in the hell did you get me a job where we clean fucking shit pipes with Mario and Luigi! Still makes me laugh to this day the funny part is he stayed there the longest out of all my buddies.
Family there was epic as well, owners son would walk in say some melo dramatic shit like you were never there for me dad, his dad would look around and be like what the fuck is a matter with this guy huh gettem outta here!